Regrets I'm hiding in the shadows of my mind Waiting quietly as specters drift slowly past me Whispering to myself how they remind me of times I should have forgotten long ago I open a photo album I found under my bed The dusty, leather cover decaying and smelling of the years Regrets mingling with my tears as I methodically turn the pages I take a deep, painful breath Because staring back at me from the tattered photographs Are black and white visions of faraway hearts I now know that the voices that sang to my spirit are dead And I think those voices were my own Mistakes where made and moments lost But I take the blame all for myself You see, I'm possessive in that way Not wanting to share the guilt I've worked hard to build it up through the years, and its mine Time simply evaporated in my hands and There is nothing left I can do Or say I cannot rewind detached dreams If I could just steal away one tender moment from my past And trap it in my heart It would unravel the regrets woven deep into the tapestry of my life

Copyright 2000 - M.D. Burke